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Sep 2010
I don't want to talk to you.
Ever.

You may think I care.
Think I want to hear your problems.

Think again.

Silence.

You should try it.
You should.

Where is the mystery?
You share everything.

Now, I need not discover who you are.
You've told me.

Like a good book just started,
You showed me the last page.

And ruined it,
Ruined yourself.

I turn away.
Because you hold no spark for me.

And you never will.

See?

Because I don't share,
You chase me to the ends of the earth.

Because you want to know.
Why?

Silence.
Zoë Westbrooke
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   joel hansen
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